The blackboard reflects mottled light and shadow, and the young man's slender and white hair
His hand was writing on the blackboard, and he tilted his head to look at the girl next to him.
He smiled softly and rubbed his arm against her: "Idiot, I wrote it wrong again."
They first met when they were sixteen years old. That summer was hot and the sunset dyed the girl's cheeks red. The girl wrote on the paper one stroke at a time.
"Jiang Xiyan, if longing has a voice, it will definitely tell you how much I miss you."
The summer evening breeze blew the girl's clothes. Xia Zhi turned to look at Jiang Xiyan. He leaned forward and leaned into Xia Zhi's ear:
["The world is so weird, but fortunately you are by my side."]
Purpose: I hope everyone can have a lasting love in their youth